AN: Hey guys, I'm back. Sorry, I took a vacation with Easter and all, but I'm back to writing Paw Patrol stuff again. And yes I saw the movie trailer and I am curious where it goes. Animation does look kinda cool. Still need to catch up on a lot of episodes though.
Disclaimer: I do not Own Paw Patrol
When Zuma began his crusade to get revenge on Stone and stop him from hurting anyone else, he was expecting it would just be by himself on his mission. He wasn't expecting to find someone who would help him, much less support him in his efforts. Frisk had proven to be a good ally, but he wasn't yet a friend. Not that it wouldn't be hard to do so, the white terrier was easily to get along with and had a friendly personality. In some respects, he was like a combination of Marshall's sense of humor and yet Chase's seriousness.
Thinking about his friends made the Chocolate Lab think about his former owner, Ryder, who was now in trouble as a hostage. While he knew that this was really all because the others were determined to take down Stone themselves, Zuma couldn't help but feel that a part of this was all his fault. Should I have contacted them? Told them something? Gah, but what would I say? Zuma thought.
Taking a deep breath, Zuma tried to calm himself down. Ryder wasn't an idiot and could handle himself in any situation. Plus, the other pups were equally skilled and could work together as a team to help Ryder. Still, Zuma wasn't going to wait on his butt and do nothing.
Frisk had taken Zuma to some pawn shop not too far from where he lived which made the younger pup wonder why when he needed guns. Not useless crap that people threw away. Entering into the shop, a rather large man was looking up from his Playboy magazine and noticed Frisk and Zuma walking inside. "Minors aren't allowed."
"Oh put a sock in it Larry," Frisk said, rolling his eyes. "I'm here to see O'Malley. He in?"
"Down the basement," He answered, pointing to a downwards staircase before going back to his magazine.
Frisk and Zuma went down about 2 minutes' worth of stairs before they arrived at the steel door. Above them were three cameras watching them and a speaker by the door that turned on once they were close enough. "Password?"
"Nickleberry," Frisk said with a smile. Sure enough the door opened and he motioned Zuma to follow him.
Once inside, Zuma was in awe at what he saw. "Fucking hell."
It was like a bodega for Second Amendment lovers. Layered on display on the walls were dozens of different types of assault rifles, sub-machine guns, and shotguns. Pistols could be seen on cabinets along with add-ons like laser targets, extended magazines, silencers, and scopes. There mounted machine guns pointing upwards and display cases for big bolt actions marksman rifles and military grade sniper files. There was even a section for close quarters combat gear from knives to battle axes.
"God Bless America am I right?" Frisk asked with a grin as he walked towards a man sitting on a beanbag chair, playing some PS4 on a nearby big screen TV. "Marcus O'Malley! How are you ya crazy Irshman?"
"Better den last week. Me dad passed away," Marcus O'Malley said as he paused the game and got up.
"Sorry to hear that," Frisk said.
"You keddin? Best din to 'appen to me sence Labahr lahst de election," Marcus chuckled before kneeling down at the two dogs as he scratch their ears. "So 'ooze de yooehngesh lookin fella?"
"This is Zuma," Frisk introduced as Zuma nodded. "Kid is young, but he's tough. This is the guy that Stone's been trying to kill and he's been giving him a heart attack by taking down his goons and operations.
"Dis lettle poehp? Well I'd boehy you a drenk boeht due to yooehr age I'll 'ave to joehst dank you fahr givin dat sahn o' a betch a whirl o' a wend," Marcus said with a toothy grin. "So what can I do fahr you?"
"I got a friend who was kidnapped by some Russian gangsters," Zuma answered. "I need to get him out of there and Frisk said you could help me."
"It's the Nikolai Brothers, Marcus," Frisk said with a serious tone. "You know how tough they can be. I was hoping you could give the guy a pack with some serious firepower."
"You gaht mahney?" Marcus asked, eyebrow raised. "Because i dahn't roehn a charity 'ere."
"I was thinking he could do a job for you in return for helping him?" Frisk asked with a smile. Before Marcus could speak, Frisk rushed over and put his paw on his side like a lamppost. "Listen, Marcus. This kid helped take down a warehouse full of Stone's goods and one of his docking stations? All on his own? He's been trained very well and won't let you down. Come on, what do you say? The friend is his old owner. You gotta have a heart!"
Marcus was quiet for a bit until he sighed and shook his head. "I moehst be goin sahft. Fine, It's a deal, boeht you better be'llin to do it.
"I will," Zuma said, nodding in agreement. "Now hook me up with something. Fast, deadly, and will tear a place apart in minutes."
Marcus got up and went to the back of the room before coming out with a pup pack. Only this one was pure black with red crossbones on it. Grinning, the Irishman showed it to the crew and started pressing a few buttons. "Dis is de kenda shet de IRA wooehld be usin if dey went back to bein a boehnch o' terrahrest asshahles." A few seconds later, a set of modified Uzi's came out of the sides along with a double barrel shotgun on the top, a Beretta M9A3 with a silencer option, and a gas mask due to a set of gas and incendiary grenades appearing on the side. "Best o' all it combs wit bahdy armahr to prahtect yooehr chest and 'ide."
Frisk whistled in amazement before turning to a grinning Zuma. "You like it?"
"I like it," he answered with a nod. "I like it a lot indeed."
Everyone at the police station had stood by to watch as Agent Kennedy and Anget Blue were driving down the street in a simple used car that Narcotics had loaned them for their operation. Kennedy was dressed in a plain dark green vest with ripped jeans while Blue went around naked save for one thing: Marshall's pup tag. Both were also wearing hidden cameras so the team back at HQ could see what was going on.
Watching them was Detective Shaw, Marshall, Rubble, and Skye with Rocky still trying to get the original recording that Ryder had made before he got captured and Chase still in the hospital. Although he had demanded updates every hour just to prevent him from rushing out of there and saving Ryder on his own.
"I still feel like we should be there..." Rubble whispered, shaking his head. "I feel like I should be there. Ryder got captured on my watch..."
"It's fine, Rubble," Skye said, nuzzling him. "Ryder warned us this might happen and he knew the risk. Either way, we'd be risking our lives to save whoever of us was caught in this mess."
"Yeah I know," Rubble answered with a sigh. "I just..."
"Don't worry," Marshall said with a smile. "Everything's going to be okay." He then turned away and gulped. I hope.
"Team one, are you almost there?" Shaw asked on the radio headset he was using.
"This is Kennedy. We're just about two streets away. Cameras working?"
"Yup, we got visual on both," Shaw answered before turning to Marshall and nodding. The dally soon pressed a button on a tablet which changed the view from Kennedy's camera to Blue's. "Cameras are good."
"Alright, let's go over the plan," Agent Kennedy said. "We're going to go in and act as customers looking for some drinks. We'll see if we can spot anything or overhear anything."
"Meanwhile, if I find a chance, I'll try to sneak around and find out where they are keeping Ryder," Blue continued. "It will be easier for me since I'm a dog and smaller. However, I'll need a distraction if something goes away."
"Leave that to me," Agent Kennedy replied. "We'll just do what we did in New Orleans."
"At least I'm not the one starting the fight this time," Blue whispered.
Soon enough, the two agents were parked just across Club Frostaxe and got out before crossing the street. Marshall and the others gulped upon seeing just how big it was on camera and slowly made their way to the front door. "I hope you guys are good at russian."
"Доверьтесь мне. Мы не в первый раз имеем дело с такими парнями. (Trust me. This isn't the first time we've dealt with guys like this)" Blue whispered before the two entered.
Neither Blue nor Kennedy were surprised by what they were seeing. Having been in similar establishments before the sight of half-naked women pole dancing or stripping themselves in cages as a bunch of horny and lonely men cheering them on. The smell of booze, sex, and drugs, fuemed the air as the two looked for an empty table to sit in.
"Uhhh...should we be watching this?" Marshall asked on the radio.
"Wait, so that's what human females do with their teats?" Rubble asked.
Blue couldn't help but snicker before the two agents sat down. A skimpy dressed waitress walked over with a smirk. "Добрый день, мальчики. Что вы будете есть? Выпить? Танец? Или и то и другое?" (Good afternoon, boys. What will you eat? A drink? A dance? Or both?)
"два месяца (Two Mamonts)," Agent Kennedy answered with his fingers. "Мы пока отложим танцы." (We'll postpone the dance for now)
She nodded before leaving the two to themselves. Kennedy turned to his right and got an eye on a few figured keeping packed heat hidden in their jackets as they stood around watching the place with keen eyes. "I got four armed security on the left."
"I got six on the right and two in the center," Blue answered with narrow eyes. "A few openings are around, but there isn't any clue if they lead somewhere important. Well, save for the ones coming out to dance."
"Hmm, let's see if we can get anything on our end," Shaw said as the two agents soon got their a small cheers, the two sat down, watching the various girls while trying to eye anyone important that could give them a clue. Thankfully, they didn't have to wait long as Shaw soon contacted them again. "Holy shit, Blue. Stay still and don't move, but glance to your right. I think we got eyes on Big Nikolai."
Blue slowly turned his eyes rightward and indeed saw one of the two Russian brothers walking out near a hallway that was labeled for "Staff only". Two other guards were with him and they were soon leaving towards the front door. "Nikolai is leaving. Should we follow?"
Kennedy shook his head. "Negative. Our mission is to rescue Ryder. We'll figure out what to do with Nikolai later. For now, I'm guessing our best bet is to head over to that hallway. That's where we'll find him."
"You two do realize that there are two guards right there to prevent that, right?" Skye pointed out on the radio.
Blue chuckled. "Not for long."
Kennedy nodded and got up before making his way to the bar nearby.
Ryder had tried for two hours to get himself free from his bonds, but eventually he gave up and was just forced to sit and wait for a rescue. Or for the Russians to bring in someone to hurt him. The thought made Ryder sweat. Torcure was something he wasn't looking forward to and he doubted he could keep his mouth shut. He might have been a rescuer, and talented in many things, but he was no soldier and was still a kid when you got down to it.
To his left, a few guards were playing cards on wooden table. Nikolai had left them instructions to make sure Ryder didn't leave and if he tried anything to shoot him. Some of them had hesitations about killing a kid, but one glare from the boss and they were put in their place.
Suddenly, a loud set of banging, crashing, and yelling started coming up from above which made everyone jump. One of the guards rushed upward and started yelling to the others up the stairs on what was going on. A few minutes later, he returned with an annoyed look. "Черт, у нас наверху драка в баре. Это хаос." (Damn, we're having a bar fight upstairs. It's chaos.)
"Ну и что же нам делать? Подняться и помочь? Николай велел следить за маленьким говнюком!" (So what do we do? Get up and help? Nikolai told me to keep an eye on the little shit)
"Don't worry, boys." Ryder suddenly felt his skin freeze up as a knife slowly appeared from behind Ryder and started to gently inch closer to his neck. "I'll watch the little one you. After all, I think this is a sign that his little friend is coming to rescue him."
Ryder's eyes widened. Zuma...
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